Disclaimer: I don't own Amarro Ray (thank god) White Base (dang) Zeon,
Gundam (SHIT BUT I WISH I DID) or other copyrighted stuff mentioned in the
story, It all belongs to the people who make Mobile Suit: Gundam .
First Gundam fic. R&R Please!
Anyway, what if there were more New Types than the series led you to believe? Furthermore, what would happen if they formed a third faction in the war? Let's find out!
In the desert, Amarro Ray has fled White Base, and just now learned of the Zeon attack. Before he leaves the bar he is stopped by a strange man wearing a cloak. "Where are you going, Amarro?" said the stranger in a rough voice.
Shocked Amarro stops and faces the man, containing neither his bewilderment nor his anger from his voice "Who- Ho- How do you know my name?" he asked, finally deciding which question to ask.
"We must cover one another's backs these days, mustn't we?" He replied before walking away. Just before leaving he turned to Amarro and said "Take good care of yourself, and that gundam," with that he left.
A stunned Amarro watched the man walk away. Quickly snapping back to reality he ran out back to the desert where the Gundam was hidden. He hopped into Gundam and quickly started it up they flew off to where he left White Base.
When he arrived he quickly took out the attack craft (this is where the time-flow shifts). Turning to face new radar contacts he saw three Gouf suits jetting towards his location. Quickly grabbing Gundam's beam rifle, he almost had a lock on the lead suit. When the trio suddenly went down in smoke and flames. He scanned about for his unidentified savior seeing in the distance four black ZakuII suits.
"We must watch one another's backs these days, mustn't we? Amarro, Ray?" The man from the bar said again over the comm. Chanel.
Short chapter, but not bad for six hours. Please R&R.
First Gundam fic. R&R Please!
Anyway, what if there were more New Types than the series led you to believe? Furthermore, what would happen if they formed a third faction in the war? Let's find out!
In the desert, Amarro Ray has fled White Base, and just now learned of the Zeon attack. Before he leaves the bar he is stopped by a strange man wearing a cloak. "Where are you going, Amarro?" said the stranger in a rough voice.
Shocked Amarro stops and faces the man, containing neither his bewilderment nor his anger from his voice "Who- Ho- How do you know my name?" he asked, finally deciding which question to ask.
"We must cover one another's backs these days, mustn't we?" He replied before walking away. Just before leaving he turned to Amarro and said "Take good care of yourself, and that gundam," with that he left.
A stunned Amarro watched the man walk away. Quickly snapping back to reality he ran out back to the desert where the Gundam was hidden. He hopped into Gundam and quickly started it up they flew off to where he left White Base.
When he arrived he quickly took out the attack craft (this is where the time-flow shifts). Turning to face new radar contacts he saw three Gouf suits jetting towards his location. Quickly grabbing Gundam's beam rifle, he almost had a lock on the lead suit. When the trio suddenly went down in smoke and flames. He scanned about for his unidentified savior seeing in the distance four black ZakuII suits.
"We must watch one another's backs these days, mustn't we? Amarro, Ray?" The man from the bar said again over the comm. Chanel.
Short chapter, but not bad for six hours. Please R&R.
